Some real sad things have happened.

Thing number one: My mom's gone hysterical.
So we were watching I'm not stupid too AGAIN. I didn't really enjoy it this time around cus I was to busy being critical about the way it was filmed.Anyways,my mum was sobbing at the end of it and obviously the preachy film had an impact on her.so when the thing ended both ryan and I got blasted at. Apparently, we don't appreciate our parents. That's so not true. Apparently, we don't think time is of the essence.On the contrary, we do. Apparently we don't have a conscience. We do,we do.we're just a lil thickskinned((: Right.so from eleven fifteen to twelve forty, we heared her moan,groan,nag,scream and dramatise.

To quote her" THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE THE BEST TIME OF MY LIFE CUS YOU TWO ARE OLDER AND ITS EASIER FOR ME TO TALK TO YOU.BUT LOOK AT YOU'LL.LOOK AT THE STRESS YOU GIVE ME.WHY?HOW COME I CAN’T ENJOY THIS STAGE OF MY LIFE?!"

Its called menopause mummy dearest.

Then just when I thought it was all over and I could go off to bed, I heard some hysterical screams.from my mum duh.

Thing number two: The case of the runaway dog.

I hate charcs for running away. After I heard the screams I ran to the window and saw some black thing gallop up and down the road.Freak, that's how big my dog is.It's like a stallion or smtg. So I got worried and joined my dad and ryan chasing charcs.at one am. The more we chased him the further he went.at one point some old chugging merc almost ran over him. So it was one beeeeg black dog, dad waving his cane ever so violently, ryan in his purple boxers and singlet, and ME crying like a mad baboon,all running up and down flower road.Yup that’s the street I live on.And damn it's a frikkin long road.

We got him home finally.after a whole half an hour. What brought the dog home?

His biscuits.hmmph.that unloyal,heartbreaking dog!

Yeah.And I had trng six and a half hours later. And we all hadta be extra careful because of the rumoured molester thing. Aaaaaah.so scary. I’ve yet to get a striped orange umbrella to shield myself from potential danger.Claire's sooo lucky. If she ever meets the cheekopek, all she hasta do is to whip out her phone to dial certain special eight numbers and POP!(I emphasise the sound)she'll be saved. By her knight on golden sampan.HAWHAW.

So after we watched jolls and shanna ahem,eat their breakfast, we wenta the writing workshop and surfed the net. Then when Sonya came we started proper trng.I helped jolls to edit her speech . Then she showed me some incredibly lame clip about some multi purpose handphone. HAH!

After trng we wenta macs to debate.Thbt Sonya should tell us he who her boyfriends and crushes are. Wth. It was fun. We learnt new stuff:P

We ate Korean food for dinner. Right.My mum(the hysterical mum) was buttering the Korean dude up so that we could get some discount for the rameyon . So she asked him, what do Koreans eat for dessert? The guy didn't know what the hell a dessert was.and so mum said, honey whats desset in Chinese?(to me duh)

Crap.You can't speak mandarin to some random Korean like you can't speak bahasa malayu to some random Israeli just cus they’ve got the same skin colour.

Wth.